LOGINELISEThe smaller dining room is still larger than most people's living rooms, with windows that look out over the estate's manicured gardens.Natasha is already seated at the table, looking fresh and perfectly put together in a pale yellow dress that makes her skin glow.She smiles sweetly as I enter, the expression of a cat that has cornered a particularly interesting mouse."Elise. Good morning. Did you sleep well. The guest rooms can be so drafty. I always found them uncomfortable when I visited as a guest before."Her barb is subtle but pointed. She is reminding me that she belongs here in a way I never will.I ignore her and focus on the coffee a servant pours. The liquid is perfect, rich and dark. However, it tastes like ash in my mouth.Natasha continues, undeterred by my silence. "I was just telling Alexander how wonderful it is to finally be part of this family. Officially, I mean. Not like some people who married in under questionable circumstances."My hand tightens around
ELISEI sleep fitfully in Kieran's old room.The bed is enormous, draped in silk sheets that should feel luxurious. Yet they might as well be made of thorns for all the rest they provide.Every sound in the vast mansion makes me tense.Footsteps echoing in the corridor. Doors closing somewhere in the distance.Each noise pulls me from the edge of sleep, my heart racing and my body coiled tight with anxiety.I stare at the ceiling, trying to summon the strength to face another day in this den of wolves.A soft knock at the door makes me sit up with my pulse immediately spiking."Mrs. Westfield, you're requested in the smaller family dining room." A young servant appears at my door.Her eyes are downcast, clearly uncomfortable with her task and her hands tremble slightly as she speaks.Requested. As though I have a choice in this house."I've also been tasked to deliver this dress to you." She holds out a garment wrapped in laundry bag. "Second Old Madam says you might need this since y
KIERANKieran's childhood room is at the far end of the east wing, isolated from the rest of the family quarters.A deliberate choice his mother made when he was young, trying to give him some semblance of sanctuary in this house of horrors. A place where he could be a child, if only for a few stolen hours.The hallway stretches before him like a tunnel until he finally stands before his old bedroom and pushes the door open quietly.The familiar scent hits him immediately.Old books and leather, the faint trace of his scent that still lingers, and beneath it all, something new.There, curled up on that bed like a fallen angel, is Elise.She's fast asleep, still wearing her day clothes.A simple dress that's now rumpled from stress and whatever ordeal his family put her through.She didn't change into pajamas, didn't even pull back the covers. She’d collapsed onto the bed as if her body finally gave out after holding itself together for too long.Even though she's sleeping, there's a s
KIERANKieran's footsteps echo in the vast corridor, each one taking him further from the life his father planned for him and heads straight toward his mother's suite.However, as he walks through the familiar corridors, something feels wrong.The air tastes empty. He can't catch even a whisper of her scent that has become as familiar to him as his own breath.The door to Celeste's suite stands slightly ajar with a sliver of golden lamplight spilling into the darkened hallway.Kieran pushes it open, stepping into the dimly lit sanctuary his mother has carved from this house of horrors.Celeste sits in her usual chair by the window, gazing blankly at the darkening sky, where the first stars are beginning to pierce through.The fading twilight casts shadows across her face, highlighting the delicate bone structure that Kieran inherited.The same sharp cheekbones, the same aristocratic features that mark them both.Yet she looks frailer than he remembers.Her skin is nearly translucent,
KIERANKieran is in a boardroom in Brussels, listening to projections for the European markets when a call from his penthouse comes."Sir, Mrs. Westfield has been taken." Vincent's voice rings the second the call connects.Vincent's words hit Kieran like a sledgehammer to the chest.Around the table, executives continue discussing quarterly reports, oblivious to the fact that his world has just tilted off its axis.The numbers on the projection screen blur as the voices fade to white noise.Everything narrows to a single point of focus.Elise."Taken where?" His voice is controlled, but his knuckles are white where they grip the phone."The Old Master's people, Portala. She went willingly to avoid bloodshed."Kieran's jaw clenches so hard his teeth ache."They're heading to the estate."The estate. That word alone carries the weight of decades of trauma, manipulation, and cruelty.The place where Kieran learned that love was weakness and sentiment was a liability to be exploited.And
ELISEI can't speak or breathe.Words stick in my throat as I stare at her in shock."H-how... how do you know about... about that?" I stutter, shaking so badly. "How could you possibly know that I was... that I..." I can't even say the word 'reborn' out loud.Celeste's expression gentles, but she doesn't give me a direct answer. Instead, she touches the corner of her eye with one delicate finger."These eyes have seen many things, child. More than just what exists in the physical realm.Time isn't as linear as most people believe, and some of us are blessed or cursed with the ability to see the threads that connect past to present to future.""But that's... that's impossible," I whisper, even as part of me knows she's telling the truth."Is it? Or does it explain why you look at my son with guilt?”Each word has my jaw dropping because she's describing things I've never told anyone."The bond between you and my son isn't new, child. It's been forged, broken and forged again across li







